The Teacher

CH 34: SKYLAR

Movie night with Wren and my daughters feels like heaven—no, it is heaven. I cherish this experience deeply, the simple joys that come from watching animated princesses dance across the screen and hearing my girls' innocent laughter. Wren interacts with the girls in a motherly tone, not a teacher's, and not only are the girls eating it up, but I am, too.

As the movie winds down and the girls start to drift into sleep, encased in a fortress of blankets and pillows, Wren turns to me. "Now that the girls are down for a nap, maybe you and I should take this time to finish what you started."

I raise my eyebrow at her.

"I mean, if you want. I don't want—"

"Go back to my room and strip. I will have Aimee help bring the girls upstairs." I tell her.

"No, it's okay. I can help you. I'm sure Aimee has other things to do." She stands up. "How long do they nap for?"

"Don't worry, I'm going to take my time with you." I wink at her, getting up to scoop Bella in my arms, and she grabs Gabby. As I carry Bella up the stairs, her small form snuggles against my chest. Wren is walking in front of me, and I let out a low whistle as we walk up the stairs. "I can't wait to be back in that ass." We've tried anal once, and I want to do it again. But she didn't seem like a fan afterward.

She glances over her shoulder. "I bet."

Once we reach the girls' room, I gently place Bella in her bed, tucking her under a fluffy pink comforter, and Wren does the same with Gabby, ensuring she's wrapped snugly within her own sea of soft pillows and teddy bears. As soon as they're settled, I lead Wren by the hand to my bedroom, her touch sending electric shocks through my veins.

The door closes behind us with a soft click, and instantly, my demeanor changes from that of a doting father to that of a hungry predator. My eyes lock onto hers, intense and unwavering. "Now," I murmur, "Where were we?"

Without waiting for her reply, I pull her close, my lips land on her. Her hands roam over my broad shoulders and down my back, feeling the solid muscle beneath my shirt. Her touch alone sends a fire in me—I deepen the kiss, my hands exploring every curve of her body with hunger.

Breaking away from the kiss momentarily to catch our breath, I slowly take off my shirt, tossing it aside. "I've been thinking about this all day," I confess as I reveal my chest.

She reaches out, tracing the lines of muscle with her fingertips, burning every detail into memory. "Skylar," she breathes out.

I capture her lips once more in a searing kiss as I walk her backward until her legs hit the edge of my king-sized bed. With a gentle push, I lower her onto the mattress, my body covering her in a comforting weight.

I kiss a trail down her neck to her collarbone. "But before we begin, let's have a refresher course on the rules," I whisper against her skin.

"Which ones?" she asks.

"The ones where you tell me exactly what you want, and I make sure to give it to you," I reply, my mouth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear, eliciting a shiver from her. "Every desire, every limit—clearly defined. So, rule number one?"

"Only come when you say."

"And if you disobey?" I look into her eyes.

"I'll be denied release for a week," she responds.

"How about rule number four?"

"Always be ready for you, wet and willing."

"And are you?" I ask, moving my hand to spread her legs wide.